The lagoon we passed on the bus but didn't stop at.
We begin our trek in the rain.
A farming house.
A farm field.
Me in front of some mountains.
We passed many locals on our first day.
A pig. I couldn't get him to look up at me.
Our group crosses a bridge with our makeshift raincoats.
At first I thought the bus was full, but I was told that several more people could squeeze in.
Morad above a river.
Me above a river.
The rain stopped after an hour.
We get our stuff together at Vaqueria.
Some rich guy's house in the mountains.